’ ‘You mean the bookroom, miss. Cursing himself for his inertness, Jack soon shook off this drowsiness, and set to work in earnest. "I am," replied Jonathan, following him, "and so," he added in an undertone, "are your captors. Sebastian dug through the viscous layers of foul-smelling clay with a shovel, each successive insertion creating an obscene sucking noise that ate at her sanity. Her companion was a portly handsome man, also dressed in a full suit of the deepest mourning, with the finest of lace at his bosom and wrists, and a sword in a black sheath by his side.
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